[Verse 1]
If I had the balls
I’d marry you
In Niagara Falls
Or Syracuse
All the guys and dolls
Will be there with you
Damien will buy a bag
And share with you
Yea you knew child
Girl you cute child
Me and you child
Coming true child

[Chorus]
Blaming it all on the lifestyle
Girl it’s gonna get better
Gonna get help together
Gucci Socks, Gucci sweater
She’s the fucking mother of my child
Girl I can’t just fucking leave up in the morning
I need a couple weeks at least of warning
Yea, yea
Blaming it all on the lifestyle for a while

[Verse 2]
If I had a car I’d go on tour
If I had your heart, well no one’s surе
You live kinda far, I think we should get to know еach other
Get a bite to eat with one another
Girl you’re so easy
Rest in peace child
Come with me child
Yea you see child
Third degree child
[Chorus]
Blaming it all on the lifestyle
Baby it’s gonna get better
Gonna get help together
Gucci Socks, Gucci sweater
She’s the fucking mother of my child
Girl I can’t just fucking leave up in the morning
I need a couple weeks at least of warning
Yea, yea
Blaming it all on the lifestyle for a while

[Outro]
Isn’t it sublime that the drug store
Is keeping me alive with pills I snort
30 milligrams amphetamines
She’s mad she’s dating him instead of me
Rest in peace child
Yes indeed child
Come to me child
Come and see child